Sonnets From Other Lives: Magda

Suddenly she had to get away.
She packed a bag & get away she did—
to a tiny cabin north of Half Moon bay—
up a gravel road & off the grid.
She lit up her life with kerosene.
She took up baking—walked along the shore-
-line of the east coast of the Salish Sea.
Come evening she would sit at her front door
to watch the sunset drop behind the island
& light the western sky with gold & pink.
Communing with the Merlot & the sky &
the calling of the gulls she came to think
that if it wasn’t now, it would be soon
time for her finally put down roots.